Ron collapsed on top of Anna, panting heavily as the rush of orgasm left his body. He closed his eyes, ready for rest now that his body had finished performing its favorite task. Anna kissed his sweaty forehead and traced his shoulder blades with her soft fingers.

And then the zombies broke in.

* * * * *

The zombie plague had been terrorizing the world for several months. There was no consensus on exactly when or where it had begun, just that zombies would suddenly appear in populated areas and begin to wreak their particular brand of mayhem. Becoming a zombie seemed to be purely genetic fate, studies had been done on victims of the zombie's bite or on people with exposure to zombie blood, and so far no one had been converted by those means. It was simply a case of regular people changing in a matter of minutes into mindless automatons with a single, sinister purpose.

These zombies weren't like the zombies from the legends, comic books or movies. They didn't seek to increase their ranks (even though they tended to flock together). And they didn't consume brains. No, these zombies were after a different body part: testicles.

A man could usually escape from the zombies, they were slow-moving as well as slow-thinking. But sometimes he couldn't, and millions of men had suffered horrible fates at the hands (and teeth) of the monsters. Scientists were still baffled at the zombie's desire for human testicles. There were theories about the testosterone being depleted by the disease and how consuming the testicles was the fastest way to replenish it in the zombie body, but no one really knew for sure.

The governments of the world had implemented plans to rid themselves of the zombies. Troops patrolled the streets of every United States city. Rewards were given to citizens who killed zombies. But it was never enough. Somewhere, there were always more of the creatures, rising up and banding together to seek out their precious quarry. The zombies couldn't speak, except for one word that they would sometimes moan as they grew more desperate for sustenance: "Baaalllllssss!"

* * * * *

A group of zombies had knocked down the door of Ron's first-floor apartment. As Ron looked up from the couch where he and Anna had been having sex, he became aware of the screams coming from other areas of the apartment complex, as well as the gunfire in the distance. Panicking, Ron scrambled to his feet. Still naked, his semi-erect penis and tight scrotum were prominent. The leader of the zombies, a blank-eyed young woman in a tattered dress, began to moan.

"Baaaaalllllllllssssssss!!!"

Her cry was taken up by the four zombies behind her. Ron knew he should run, try and escape out a back window, but he was paralyzed with fear. Anna, to whom the zombies posed no threat, brought him back to his senses.

"Ron, run!"

And run he did. His softening package bouncing in front of him, Ron began to sprint towards his bedroom. He could get out the window in there and run until he found one of the army guys, or at least someone with a gun. He could hear the zombies shuffling quickly behind him, with more cries of "Baaalllsss!" He didn't look back.

Ron flung open the door to his bedroom and ran right into the arms of two waiting zombies. As they awkwardly wrestled him to the floor, Ron saw that the window had been smashed and that there were even more zombies staring at him from outside. He screamed in horror as he realized that he was trapped. The zombies that had been chasing him had finally arrived at the door, and the leading female zombie wasted no time. Her prey was already naked, and her food source was dangling down between his legs. She slowly dropped to her knees.

Suddenly, Anna was behind the zombies, and the only thing she was wearing was the LadySmith revolver in her hand. Anna fired into the zombies crowding around the door. A large male zombie's head spewed blood, and he went down. She aimed at an overweight female zombie next, but missed as a teenage boy zombie smashed his arm across the side of her face. Anna fell to the floor of the hall, her gun sliding beyond her reach. She shuddered, but did not get up.

Ron was being clumsily held by the two zombies he had run into, and as Anna went down he despaired of being rescued. He had been slightly turned on by Anna's display of naked force, and his penis had risen to half-mast. The female zombie paid no attention to Ron's penis, she grasped his testicles in her cold, coarse hands and began to pull.

Ron threw his head back and shrieked in agony. The zombie was slowly pulling his balls away from his body, and it hurt worse than anything he had ever felt. It felt like he was being kicked and disemboweled at the same time. He screamed and writhed, but to no avail. His balls were being pulled off!

"Baaallllsssss..." panted one of the zombies holding him down. And with one final tear and a wailing, high-pitched scream, Ron's balls were no longer attached to him. The female zombie immediately stuffed the severed scrotum into her mouth and began to chew, as the other zombies looked on, drooling. As Ron watched her, he began to sob. His manhood was gone, and he could never get it back! The zombie swallowed. Ron closed his eyes and sobbed even harder.

"Oh God, my balls..."

The zombies let got of his arms, and Ron immediately brought them to his aching crotch. He cradled his empty groin, trying to stem the flow of blood. He heard the zombies shuffling away, out the broken window and off to deprive more men of their balls. He couldn't stand, he could barely move. All he could do was clutch himself and cry as he drifted into unconsciousness.

* * * * *

Ron woke up to Anna gently shaking him.

"Ron! Ron! Wake up!"

"Huh?" Ron wearily opened his eyes. The pain hit him immediately, radiating from his crotch. He instinctively reached down to comfort his aching testicles, and then remembered what had been done to him.

"Fuck...fuck no..."

Anna was pulling his arms away, trying to inspect the damage the zombies had wrought.

"You've lost a lot of blood, Ron. Just lie still, I already called for an ambulance."

Great. Now some strapping EMTs would get to see him in his ball-less state. Ron felt a surge of annoyance at Anna. She was sitting there naked, an angry bruise covering her right temple, but intact. And he was...

"Oh god, I'm a eunuch!"

Anna bit her lip.

"It's okay, Ron..."

"How the fuck is it okay?! My balls are gone! Oh god, I'm a fucking ball-less eunuch!"

She reached over and put a comforting arm on his shoulder, but he jerked away. The movement sent new waves of pain cascading from his groin.

"Leave me alone!"

Anna retracted her arm, but continued to sit by his side.

"Go away."

Anna raised her eyebrows.

"No, you've lost a lot of blood and I'm going to make sure you survive until the ambulance gets here."

"I don't want to survive."

"In which case, you can kill yourself once you get out of the hospital, but not on my watch, okay?"

Ron lacked the strength to argue with her (Anna was a force to be reckoned with even when circumstances weren't quite so dire). He was awash in a sea of pain and self-pity. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore her, absorbed in his deepening depression.

He had seen many victims of the zombies before. The government was in so much debt from trying to contain the zombie crisis that HRT was only available to the very rich or to soldiers who had lost their manhood in the line of duty. Regular eunuchs became soft, often fat, weaker and sometimes feminine in appearance. Ron wanted absolutely none of that, but he knew that it would happen to him, unless he or Anna suddenly won the lottery. Thinking of Anna made him shudder, he knew his sex drive would shrink to almost nothing. Anna's perfect body would no longer turn him on like it had before, his erections and orgasms would be less pleasurable. No! God, why him? It wasn't fair! He was a man!

"I'm still a man!" Ron mumbled in his stupor. Anna said nothing in response, but she knew it wasn't true. She also knew that there would be some hard choices facing both of them in the months to come. The wailing sirens of an ambulance stopped in front of the apartment, and Anna went to let the EMTs inside, leaving Ron shuddering on the floor, crying for his lost manhood.

* * * * *

"Baaaallllllssssss...!"

Ron looked around at the fleeing male pedestrians around him. A dozen or more zombies were shuffling up the street towards him, but they no longer posed a threat to him. It had been over three months since his own manhood had been ripped off by the zombies. The zombies could tell that he no longer possessed what they craved, they shuffled around him as he made his way along the sidewalk. As he turned the corner, he heard a terrible scream and he glanced over his shoulder to see an unfortunate young man of about twenty having his testicles bitten off.

"Somebody help me! Don't let them castrate me Aaaaaaaaagggggggghhh!!!"

Ron winced sympathetically as the zombie swallowed the young man's balls. But inside, he was secretly glad that this new eunuch was now a partner in his misery. He continued to walk.

Ron had slowly been gaining weight and losing muscle, even with the diet restriction and daily exercise. Still, he had not grown breasts yet, for which he was exceedingly grateful. Ron missed being a male. He missed having an erection in the mornings. He missed masturbating in the shower. He missed his thick pubic hair, it was much sparser now. And he missed the feeling of his testicles hanging between his legs, the way they had gently brushed against his thighs. He didn't think he would ever get used to not having them there.

Anna was still with him, supporting him. But the relationship wasn't the same. While before they had mostly been equals, now that he was a eunuch Anna was very much in charge. Ron simply lacked the force of will to argue with her, and Anna had taken the mantle of leader and decision-maker. Sometimes it annoyed him, but that was just the way things were now. They had sex once a week, Anna satisfying her own greater needs with a dildo or vibrator when Ron's eunuch penis refused to rise to the occasion. Anna worked as a free-lance zombie exterminator during the weekdays and her salary kept them both living comfortably in their new apartment. Any day now he was sure she would bring up the suggestion of marriage again.

Ron was unemployed. Eunuchs were often discriminated against, and when the computer tech company he had previously worked for had been laying people off, he had been the first to go. It was increasingly difficult for him to even get a job interview, and slowly he was giving up. He barely had enough energy to make it through the day sometimes. But being jobless gave him time for his favorite hobby...

Ron ducked into an alleyway to wait. The zombies were still around the corner, he could hear their vague cries of "Baaalllssss!" If he hurried, he could catch up with them...

A young man hurried by the alley, away from the castrating zombie horde. Ron struck quickly, hitting the young man in the back of his maroon sweatshirt with one of Anna's stun guns (for capturing live zombies to sell for scientific purposes). The man fell like a sack of potatoes. Ron looked to make sure no one had seen, but the street was deserted. He dragged the man into the alley.

Once he was back far enough, Ron undid the young man's belt and jeans and pulled them to his knees. The man was wearing a pair of cotton boxers underneath, and Ron used a pair of scissors to cut them off. Ron was now staring at the young man's genitals, staring with anger and envy. His plump penis hung a few inches from his groin, and Ron grimaced as he realized that this young man's soft penis was the size of Ron's eunuch penis when it was hard. That would soon change...

Ron took the man's average-sized balls in his hand. They were a little smaller than Ron's had been, but nothing abnormal. Ron missed fondling his testicles, and he caressed the stuffed scrotum in front of him, feeling the orbs inside. But he didn't have much time, he took out the scalpel he carried in his coat and made a slit down the center of the young man's sac. He would have just taken the whole scrotum, but there was so much more blood that way, not to mention the increased possibility that the young man would die. This way he was far more likely to live a long, sad eunuch life.

The man was still unconscious, but his body gave a few spasms, as if he was subconsciously aware of the danger his masculinity was in. Ron was used to this by now, this was the sixth man he had castrated in this fashion, and he continued with his work. Pulling out first the right, then the left testicles, he severed the cords (resulting in two more spasms). Ron stared at the eunuch he had just created. The young man would have no idea what had happened, but it would most likely be blamed on the zombies, as had the other castrations Ron had carried out.

Ron left the alleyway at a brisk walk, going back to the street where he had last seen the zombies. He arrived just in time to see the last of the zombies disappearing around a far corner. There were three newly castrated men lying in the street, the twenty year old, and two men in their thirties (the zombies seemed to prefer balls under forty). The eunuchs were moaning, but Ron paid no attention. He hurried to the far end of the street.

The zombies were shuffling along the next street, but as Ron held up the pair of freshly severed testicles they all began to turn as they smelled their food source.

"Baallllsssss!" The cry was taken up by every zombie until it became deafening.

"Come and get it, you bastards," mumbled Ron, as he turned around and walked briskly back the way he had come, the zombies following. Ron knew exactly where he was leading these zombies, and he wasted no time. It was never any fun when the zombies caught him and wrested the severed testicles from his hand.

It took about fifteen minutes to lead the zombies to one of the local colleges. Along the way he had gathered quite a following, and there were now almost one hundred zombies behind him. Ron had planned this out, making sure he knew when the guard rotations were. This was the flaw in most security plans: Zombies were too stupid to strategically map out attacks and windows of opportunity, but no one suspected that a human would be helping the zombies in.

Ron removed the rocks and debris he had placed in front of the opening he had made in the chain link fence. He crawled through and waited for the zombies to follow suit. When there were about twenty through, he began to lead them towards the school gym. Waves of zombies came after him. He opened one of the back doors to the men's locker room and placed the testicles on a bench inside. He could hear the voices of young men in the row over and he knew the zombies would have a feast ahead of them. Ron slipped out the door just as the first zombies began to enter.

The guards had noticed the infestation of zombies by now and were firing wildly into the crowd, calling for backup on their crackling radios. Ron crouched behind a bush, watching the battle. About sixty zombies had changed course and were heading for the security guards, but the leading thirty or more were still streaming into the men's locker room. Screams were beginning to sound from inside. Ron smiled.

Once the final zombie had entered the locker room, Ron went back inside. In the second row of lockers he found a very young man, eighteen most likely, sobbing in the fetal position on the ground. He looked up as Ron approached.

"Help me! God, please, they took my balls!"

Ron bent down and pried the young man's hands away from his crotch. The zombies had apparently bitten his scrotum in half - the testicles were gone, but a large flap of empty scrotal skin remained. Ron reveled in the sight for a moment, then moved on as the young man continued to mewl in the background.

Ron passed five more men in similar condition before he exited the locker room. He delighted in their cries. If he couldn't have balls, he was going to make sure that as many other men as possible were deprived of theirs as well.

"Baaallllsssss!"

Outside of the locker room a large group of guards were shooting most of the zombies. Several female college students were also lending a hand at killing zombies - one woman was smashing zombie skulls with a barbell. Ron narrowed his eyes. Stupid women, ruining his fun. Still, there were at least three men out here sans testicles. And he had the pleasure of watching a zombie de-ball another man with her teeth before a gunshot to the head brought her down. When all the zombies were dead, and the screams of the eunuchs had become whimpers, Ron left. No one had noticed him in the commotion.

Maybe he would try to let the zombies into that sci-fi convention that was coming to town next week. Walking home, he laughed at the thought. All those pimply-faced nerds who didn't even know what balls were for, losing them forever.

* * * * *

As he passed the alley where he had left the new eunuch in the maroon sweatshirt, Ron glanced over to see if he had woken up yet. The eunuch was standing, supporting himself against a dumpster, his pants still around his ankles, his empty man-bag dangling from his flaccid penis. Ron couldn't resist.

"Are you okay?" He entered the alley. The eunuch looked up.

"The zombies...they got my nuts. Shit, shit, shit, they got my fucking nuts!"

Ron suppressed a smile, "Tough break, man...er, I mean not 'man' I guess...."

The eunuch didn't get the joke.

"What am I gonna tell Sharon? Oh fuck..."

Ron stepped closer.

"It looks like you still have 'em. Did you check?"

"Of course I checked! They left my sac, but it's empty! Fuck!"

Ron was right in front of him now.

"They usually take the sac too, don't they? Here..."

He reached out and grabbed the eunuch's empty sac. The eunuch flinched.

"What the hell?!"

Ron greedily fondled the eunuch's empty scrotum, leering at him. The eunuch blushed a bright red.

"Don't, please don't do that!"

"Why not? I'm checking for your balls. I think you're right though, I think they're gone."

The eunuch looked at him with red, pleading eyes.

"Oh god, I'm not a man anymore! They took my fucking balls away!"

He began to cry. Ron continued to knead the soft, empty purse. To his surprise, he felt his own penis beginning to rise. Usually it took about an hour of Anna's machinations to make his penis hard.

"It's okay," Ron breathed, savoring the hardness in his pants, "There's more to life than sex. I don't know what, but there must be, right?"

The eunuch just cried harder. The pleasure in his penis was beginning to make Ron's head light. He felt a phantom pleasure below his penis, like his balls were still there, tightening against his body.

"Here, I know what you can still do."

Ron released the eunuch's empty sac and pushed down on his shoulders. Slowly, the eunuch sank to his knees, too weak and distraught to resist anymore. Ron unzipped his fly and brought his own short, thin, but hardening penis out into the air. He made sure that the new eunuch couldn't see that Ron was also a eunuch. Ron pushed his chubby eunuch penis into the other eunuch's mouth.

The new eunuch was still crying, and his eyes opened wider as he felt a penis in his mouth for the first time, but he still didn't resist. Slowly, he began to suck and caress Ron's dick with his tongue. Ron closed his eyes. It felt so damn good! His penis hadn't felt this good since that last time with Anna, right before the zombies took away his manhood.

Having this snivelling eunuch suck on what remained of his man parts was enough to make Ron forget that he himself was a eunuch. He began to hump his penis into the eunuch's throat.

"Oh yeah, yeah! Oh, keep sucking, eunuch! Keep sucking!"

Ron hadn't had a real orgasm in months, and he didn't last long. He blew his sperm-less wad into the new eunuch's mouth in about two minutes. Finally, as Ron's eunuch member began to deflate, he opened his eyes and pulled out. The new eunuch looked up at him with weeping eyes, clear spunk leaking out of the corners of his mouth.

"Well see, even though you're ball-less, you're still good for something!" Ron exclaimed cheerfully. He patted the eunuch on the top of his head. "Thank you!"

Ron zipped up his pants, turned and left the alley. He felt alive, almost like a man again. The empty space between his legs reminded him that he wasn't really a man, of course, but the feeling was better than nothing. He couldn't wait to castrate more men, be it by his own hand or by zombie. And he couldn't wait to get his own eunuch penis inside the desperate, defeated mouths of his new eunuchs.